Troyler AU - Uncuff Me

BONUS | seven

A/N:
Hellooooo! Happy to see me? Well, let me assure you that I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU! As the title said, this is a bonus chapter for what happened after chapter seven that was strategically written off for the sake of the plot progression. Well, needless to say, is this a chapter that consists of 4K worth of smut. So, in other words, it's basically porn. Don't judge me. I need to let my mind go somewhere other than the devastating news of a joker being given the greatest power in the entire world. So yeah, I'm stressed and distressed by the news, and I write when I'm stressed, especially when I'm distressed. So, hope you guys will derive some distraction from this little chapter and I LOVE YOU ALL!

#LoveWins ❤️️💛💚💙💜

Cheers!
Chin 😘

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The sharp sound of the latch on the door clicking back in place woke him up from his sleep. It was only for a few seconds, as he kept his eyes closed and buried his face deeper into the fluffy pillow, that he had forgotten where he was. A quick whiff of the familiar scent of vanilla on the pillow quickly reminded him, and that had snapped him out of his sleepy haze quite effectively. His mind quickly went back to the scene in the dark alley whilst wiggling his ass a little, clenching it experimentally. The numb ache in his ass and the slippery sensation between his cheeks have had heat rushing to his face, reminding him of the sex that he'd had earlier, and before he could shut it down, he felt a wave of arousal, sharp and violent, jolting through his body and making him go from sleep-dazed to fully hard in two seconds flat.

He groaned into the pillow in embarrassment; one at how easily he got excited like an inexperienced teen watching porn for the first time and two at how he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting downwards into the bed like the same inexperienced teen who wanted to cum even before he could finish watching the said porn. It was good, the friction that it created, especially now that he was bucking his hips and moving in a circular motion, but it wasn't great, not when he's had layers of clothing limiting his movement and the lack of warmth of a body, or even just a hand, on his hardening cock.

Frustrated couldn't even began to sum up what he was feeling at the moment. Coming back to Tyler's apartment, lying on Tyler's bed and thinking about everything Tyler had done to him just before was enough to work him up almost to the brink of insanity. He had been so turned on while he waited because his brain kept replaying the scenes for him. It was annoying to say the least.

He let out a particularly loud moan into the pillow when he gave into his urge and snaked a hand between himself and the bed, and palmed his hardening cock through the layers of his trench coat and pleated skirt, minus the black lacey underwear that he'd had on before Tyler ripped it off of him. Oh how his arousal had capped off when Tyler did that, ripping it off like it was nothing but a piece of wet paper. And when Tyler shot him the look that spoke of everything of a possessive manner, it forced a new wave of arousal murmuring through his body, smooth and silent but robbing him of his breath at the same time. It was so hot to watch as Tyler's eyes got all fired-up, irises blowing wide and changed a few shades darker. And what happened after, well, it was all validated by the soreness of his muscles and the bruises he was sure going to be visible on his hips tomorrow.

Thinking back, he ought to feel proud that he'd managed to break Tyler's control like he had. Even before he was trapped within his own trench coat and laying helplessly on the car boot, Tyler had seemed wildly savaged, especially when he was whispering those filthy things into his ears, his mouth, and even around his cock. The sounds of Tyler's hoarse and breathy voice was forever ingrained in his brain, and that memory alone was enough to make him thrust his hips onto his palm harder, searching for the craved friction.